Blood, Fire & Night
Story by Jade Rose
Rating pg-13 for Language & Violence.
Summery: The Vampire of WCW is causing trouble for Sting & crew…has he bitten off more then he can chew when he meets The Shadow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of WCW/WWE/ECW ECT.
Jade was relaxing in the locker room when she felt a chill. It wasn't in the air, it was deeper than that. As if something was holding her in place her eyes refused to open.
"Who's there?" was all she could manage to get out. Someone had gotten past her defenses & it was not sitting well with her.
"Be still." Was the only reply. It felt as if a hand was trying to tilt her head to the side. The harder she fought the stronger the force became. A coolness was felt on her neck as if something metal like was pressed against it. She felt it trace along her neck, the coolness was soon replaced with running warmth. Something or someone had cut her; she knew the feeling was her own blood. What happened next answered the question of whom. A hand held her shoulder, then a breath on her neck. She then felt faintly warm lips press them self to the cut. Why did she feel so powerless? She felt her mind begin to drift away as if trying to separate itself from what was going on.
(Yes Short opening, but I don't think short is bad since I post more then one chapter at a time normally, please review?)
Story by Jade Rose
Rating pg-13 for Language & Violence.
Summery: The Vampire of WCW is causing trouble for Sting & crew…has he bitten off more then he can chew when he meets The Shadow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of WCW/WWE/ECW ECT.
Jade was relaxing in the locker room when she felt a chill. It wasn't in the air, it was deeper than that. As if something was holding her in place her eyes refused to open.
"Who's there?" was all she could manage to get out. Someone had gotten past her defenses & it was not sitting well with her.
"Be still." Was the only reply. It felt as if a hand was trying to tilt her head to the side. The harder she fought the stronger the force became. A coolness was felt on her neck as if something metal like was pressed against it. She felt it trace along her neck, the coolness was soon replaced with running warmth. Something or someone had cut her; she knew the feeling was her own blood. What happened next answered the question of whom. A hand held her shoulder, then a breath on her neck. She then felt faintly warm lips press them self to the cut. Why did she feel so powerless? She felt her mind begin to drift away as if trying to separate itself from what was going on.
(Yes Short opening, but I don't think short is bad since I post more then one chapter at a time normally, please review?)